Storys, poems, songs
 

Post here Storys poems and songs that u wrote :)
ill start..

Listen closly.. I shell tell you a legend... a legend about one hero.. a elf.. unlike all elves he was alone.. always in a battle.. fighting the demon inside him.. and still he fought all fends attacking the land.. one day the princess one kidnapped... by a demon.. the same demon that the hero is fighting inside.. and so the hero set his mind.. he would save the woman he love.. even if it takes him down trying.. and so his journy began.. all he had is his ocarina, a sword with magic rune words on it "munasamoon", and a cape given to him by his mother just before the demon slayed his villige and his femily..
he passed the blazing deserts of asceron.. the frozon plains of belizga.. the thunder plains.. killing all who stood in his way.. after 5 days of non stop no sleep travel he have reached the demon's lair.. he heard a scream! "Some one help me!" the hero took out his sword and charged in! then the hero stood infront of the demon.. he felt like looking in a dark mirror.. he felt the darkness of it.. the power.. even that he had no chance to win.. he yelled to the princess " Fear not! it will all be over soon..!" the battle has began! it looked like a blizzard fighting a flame.. no one winning no one giving up.. the demon knocked the hero down.. and when the hero got up he saw the demon pircing the princess with his sword.. she was dead..? the hero droped a tear.. and said "Demon! you shell kill no more.. your path ends here!!" the hero's eyes became white.. he lost control... he has gone beyond his own limits.. he charged at the demon, jumped over the demon evading his attack and struck threw him, and he have killed the demon.. but as the demon was his dark side.. he was dying aswell.. he took out his ocarina and played one last melody.. "tu.. tu.. tu.. tu..tu.." he kissed the princess.. and died.. Hero no more.. BladeZeRo.

feel free to tell what u think about the story

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tnx for making this sticky :D
but no replays.. ppl dont be shy :D

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“From Pyros”

The sun beamed down on homins in Pyr,
The heat was on and the prospect dire,
For not only were we by Yubos beset,
But killed by creatures we had only just met.

So crafted we armours and weapons of might,
And took with us mages into the fight,
For we have heard of worse yet in store;
Plagues of Kitins like years gone before.

Slowly at first we travelled our lands,
Meeting new tribes and extending our hands,
For united we know one day we must be,
To understand Atys and our destiny.

Tember
Clan Omnis
On the merits of working together.

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wow that's good

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You know... as I was reading that I thought how perfectly it summed up our guild aims ;) Gj Tember

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What a fantastic idea for a thread! Well done for starting this Blade :)

Love from Euginie - TNE

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Xorte the Melee Warrior

The dark moon was rising before the burning sky
the last light was fading; it was a good night to die
The trees were gently swaying, dancing in the half light
As Xorte the Melee Warrior prepared himself to fight

The heavy Zorai armour fastened tight to his muscular frame
Xorte ventured forward in search of fortune and fame
Silence filled the night air as he left the cities of intuition
Each step taking him closer to his ultimate mission

Suddenly a piercing ring echoed through the plains
Xorte had drawn his killing sword and death flowed through his veins
A Sprightly Mek was first to die in a purple haze of slaughter
First one, then two, then four then ten non was given quarter

Soon the Meks had been dispatched their bones littered the ground
Carefully he stepped over the debris and looked around
Kazidika, Dilweed and Marster approached to join the fight
Without hesistation they began to kill everything in sight

Igaras met a timely end and gruff timmaries too
Then obstinates and rootings who were affected by the goo
Xortes flaming blade seared through sinew and bone
he had no need for air nor Stamina or God or man alone

Roaring Torbak was soon to follow cut down in twos and threes
And then two deadly kinchers arrived almost bringing Xorte to his knees
But time would tell they were no match for the power of the team
Even when three kinchers spawned they were shortly whipped like cream

The killing drew to a close as the dawn brought out the sun
Xorte sheathed his golden sword and contemplated all he had done
Ten levels had been gained and his mission was complete
Xorte the Melee Warrior had finally found his feet.

Inspired by Kaboom's adventures

Xorte

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first off respect to Sonia for wrighting this it was not me:


Yesterdayevening, a peaceful, cold but clear, thursdayevening. Could I ever have forseen that it would be a night full of murder, slaughtering and a rampaging Kaboom? Could I ever have forseen that my view on MMORPG would never be the same again? No, certainly not, but i'll get to that. I am rushing again.

20:00
Logging in for some quiet harvesting and melee-exping i noticed Kaboom and Zarthena are on teamspeak. I log on as well and we have some quiet conversations. I ask them what they are doing and are up to for the night and Kaboom tells me they will go to Dew Drops for some exping. I say I want to join for healing and start swimming there. Kaboom is afk a lot and while i'm hanging in the water somewhere in Dew Drops (nobody around) I ask where they are and if they are coming.

20:15
Kaboom: "We are on our way"

20:23
Kaboom: "Getting there, we are going now"

20:37
MaRoo/Sonia "Where are you exactly?"
Kaboom: "Someone crashed, we wait"

21:00
MaRoo: "Where are you exactly?"
Kaboom: "We are in the middle, getting exp and stuff"

Of course I have to swim all around, raguses guarding each possible save spot on land"

21:10
I am there and a nice group of 5 is exping. Some new members and an afk Kaboom

21:43
We almost all die and he must have been watching as he heals us up and goes afk again


22:10
He awakes!!! And if I say awakes, it's only because i can't find another word to describe the way it happened. He does not really awake, it's more like the evil spirits in not only this world, but in parallel worlds as well, combined all their power to have it all combust within Kaboom. He more or less arises and I shiver. i actually shiver IRL! An evil look, which would be best described as destructive combined with hungry. A fearsome hunger. He just oozes an aura of death and decay...

I was scared. I really was.


22:11- ??:??
I can only describe this as a "trip of death". Kaboom went NUTS. He went on a rampaging streak where we could only follow. It was joining the forces of evil or be left behind to die. While I was busy healing Longblade and everyone had to refill their life, sap, stam he went on pulling another Clopper and another and two others. He dove in four Cloppers then took on six, eight, ten. three to six ragus joined on in to stop him, but died like annoying flies on a hot summer's day. And the strange thing was, while we tried to keep up with him, healing eachother, sapgifting and staminagifting eachother, he didn't seem to need any. It was like the powers were given to him from the bones of the enemies who thought they would have a real fight. An honest fight. But this had nothing to do with honor. This was Unreal Tournament in Ryzom world. Kaboom had double damage and seemed invulnerable. It seemed he got stronger with each dead clopper, ragus or whatever was in his way. Even yubo's would find a violent death. He did not care for loot, he did not care for sap, life or stamina. He did not need air, he just went on and on and on. There was no stopping him. No pause whatsoever. He really went MAD, kept saying DIE...DIE....DIE. DIE YOU ALL! DIE NOW...DIE BY MY SWORD!! We could only follow and that was even hard to do.

DOUBLE KILL, TRIPLE KILL, MEGAKILL, ULTRAKILL, GODLIKE..........

I felt exhausted, but hung in there. Hey the exp was good!

23:11
Don't know the name anymore, but she left. To exhausted to continue. Kaboom went on. Didn't even look back.

23:25
Longblade left. He had been vomiting for the last hour. Dehydration we thought. I wondered if Kaboom even noticed. DIE....DIE BY MY SWORD.....CLOPPERSSSS DIEEEEE.

23:49
My last 'normal' companion left. He was more death than alive the last 15 minutes. A few mutters....and then...nothing

Rest In Peace brother. You fought well.

and Kaboom? Well, would you believe it. DIE CLOPPER.....DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

00:23
I don't even know where I am anymore. This is probably not even the Ryzomworld. Cloppers look like devils, ragus is more a fellhound. Kaboom keeps slaughtering them. DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. There are more coming...but he doesn't care. he seems to get bigger, stronger, more evil. the sky is red, the ground covered in blood, bones everywhere. His sword seems to be flaming. A warm red glow. I...feel...warm. I....want...to....sleep. I lay down and float away. Then certainly a BIG Scream! I open my eyes and it looks like a dragon with 8 heads tries to hold off Kaboom. I see some kind of throne and vaguely thought Lucifer was sitting on it, laughing, sending more dragons. DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.......DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE....F EEEL MY SWORD......... Kaboom couldn't be stopped anymore. With my last strenght I activate my ticket to FairHaven. Some beast is attacking me and I'm about to die when I feel the warm sensation of healing magic on me. I look up and see Kaboom. He looks me right in the eyes. The satanic lust seemed to be gone. It looks like he whispers: "Trust me...I'm your leader....Trust me".

Then nothing.

00:31
I wake up behind my keyboard and i'm in FairHaven. Damn, did I fall asleep? I feel tired and am sweating. I had a weird dream about Kaboom and a rampaging night. Nah...That can't be. This is a computer. This is software, this is real life. I must have been sleeping while trying to play Ryzom, but probably never made it out of FairHaven. haha, silly me: falling asleep playing a game.

I press "P". I.....see......I....gained......14............magi c............levels.


AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH. Would it really?


source: http://82.217.74.5/ravens/forum/viewtopic.php?id=69

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Again it was not me.. but a raven who needs to be shown the path.
One day soon you will see this warrior fly high with the ravens:

Source: http://82.217.74.5/ravens/forum/viewtopic.php?id=78
By the great vaisasu just started already a legend.

Most of you have never met me; most of you won't know who I am. I have to say "who I am" is also what bothers me. Everything before the last few days is misty to say the least.

The name that was given to me is Vaisasu. I don't remeber by whom. Were they maybe the people of the lights that took our Tryker brethren during the exodus? Who knows? I just remember them telling me, "You, sir, are to be called vai-sasu from this day forth. You will go out into Atys and preach that the good of the many logically outweighs the good of the one. Preach this not just by words, but by your actions. You now are a priest!"

The time before that is even a greater haze. I remember seeing orcs and tauren, elves and undead people. My flashbacks are somewhat discomferting. I remember someone yelling "U SUXXORZ, N00B. L3AV3 PLS! GG NO RE!! kekeke". To this day I am not sure if my reply, "S0RRY, I W1LL, COS U AR3 T3H G0SU," was the correct one, as the guy replied "YOU 4R3 T3H GHEY!!!1111."

So I came to at the town of Dingleton on Tryker Island. A Tryker male with a holy mission. After exploring the immediate area, I set out towards the next town on the small island. At Hobwelly, is where I came accross fair lady Zephyrine. What can I say... she gave off the right signals, the sparks flew! I had found a companion.

She too had a holy mission, and being the gentleman I am, I decided to fight for her as she tended to my wounds. Yber after Yber, then Goari after Goari we slaid. Many times cloppers ganged up on us, and we couldn't hold them back. For hours on end we battled our way around the island. It was time to disband. I will always remember this lady for teaching me about enchantments and stanzas, and for learing a priest into becoming a warrior; at least for a while.

It was on this first day I remebered that a person named Kaboom had something to do with my being on Atys. When I told him so through telepathy, he answered someting like "Wooooot!" and advised me to stay on this island until my training was well underway.

I stuck to this and fought my second day with lady Hypatia, a person of many reincarnations. She tought me how harvesting choice materials and crafting them into items can enrich your life in many ways; and how this can combine with good ranged weaponry. But wait,... I just wanted to fulfill my name; be a priest! But then again... look at the options yet open!

In just a few days, my life is getting very interesting and complex at the same time. I no longer wish to be a priest. I wanna be a warrior, and harvester, and crafter AND a priest. Atys is a fascinating place.

In less than two weeks, however, I will be tested by the forces that put me here. If they ask me will I stay here and become the allround holy man on Atys or will I be tempted back to the orc, the tauren, the elves and the undead people, what shall I tell them? What shall I say? I do not know. Until that day is here however, I hope you won't mind me hanging around your part of the world and listen to great stories like the epic story Sonia has told of Kaboom's killing spree.

(Based on the true story of Vaisasu. Unfruitfully overly dramatized to sound cool.)

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Very nice. Fantastic mix of surreal, text-speak and Ryzom. Funny and clever. More please!

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I wonder what has happended to the story competition. Are there any results? Did anyone send anything in?

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I have no idea, I wasn't finished with mine, so I just awaited the next competition :o

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I saw the last reminder and 1 day left, so i send in the one you can read above. Haven't heard anything yet.

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Keep watching over the Christmas period :)

Clan Omnis survive mass Clopper spawn error
 

Oh yes my friends, I'm sure you have seen scary things in Atys, big scary things, but have you ever seen so many cloppers that the whole world seems to move in slow motion as they swarm madly about? But let me tell you how we all came to be recounting you this story.

Clan Omnis got together to impress their fame on Pyr and the Water Breakers. One of our first stops was the Hotheads. They seemed fairly tough but we took them out easily enough, although a few cloppers were lurking about. We went off for various other missions and came back for the returning Hotheads later. The hill behind them seemed to hold a lot of cloppers, and about a dozen came down to harass us as we fought the Hotheads again. With some jumping into the water we dealt them the final blows they would ever receive. But then, twelve cloppers and a hill of 50 behind them was nothing compared to what was to come.

The day continued well with several groups of the Shadow Raiders dispatched. So happy were we that we sat about enjoying their camp fire for some time, telling stories and rumaging about in the soil for any usefull nik-naks. One such story involved giant Yubos, garden sheds and how some Trykers redeemed themselves in the eyes of some locals, but thats another story.

Several times between missions we passed by the Hotheads again. Each time the hill behind them seemed to be ever more crawling with cloppers. Without a lie or word of exageration only half the sand of the entire hillside was visible under the mass of pinchers and clopper limbs.

Finally, we had more Hothead missions to do. The plan unfolded as before, thanks to Alyssah of Matis Clan Omnis, and we approached from the side with an escape route to the water. Well, as the armoured Orbmi raced forward and our Archmage Auq let rip, my view was filled with a mass of yellow dots that took up a quarter of my 50m field of view. Such a mass bearing down the hillside I have never seen. As a healer from the back I shouted 'big add' but the valiant front line supported by Fuchuan our leader held until the last Hothead was down.

By this time however, there were about 20 cloppers upon us and being somewhat battle weary already we jumped into the water. Many of the damn cloppers followed us in but did not attack. Looking around, a fallen comrade, Alyssah I think, lay dead on the waters edge. We needed the first of many brave attempts to lure the cloppers off a comrade and Orbmi leaped out and ran off to the east with a trail of cloppers behind. Luckily our star healer Mieksz managed to get out of the water to the west long enough to get a heal into Alyssah and you may think that she simply jumped in the water, but you wouldn't believe what was happening further up the hill!

Even though there were 15 cloppers following Orbmi our lure and another 10 around the water's edge, another 20 had come down the hill in a second wave. Fuchuan dashed ashore to cover Alyssah's retreat into the water and was instantly sourrounded in all directions. It was impossible to see him as a good 8 cloppers mobbed him from every which way. Luckily he killed one and jumped over the corpse into the water just after Alyssah. He was within an inch of his life.

So thats 45 cloppers down here now, in the water, on the shore, wondering along the edges and making a great noise. Orbmi was standing her ground on the far side trying to make a dent in her 10 lured cloppers. Auq got to her side and starting turning the heat up but the rest of us could not get there in time. Luckily Fuchuan ran off luring some cloppers away and we all returned to the water alive, if badly beaten up. The problem now? Well, the running about on the shore had pulled in more cloppers, now there were 50. I kid you not, for we had time to count them while wading about, for at this time we had no way out of the Oasis; for the cloppers would chase us at every attempt and were swarming from all directions.

With quick thinking a gap opened and Auq and Mieksz managed to flee in the direction of the Water Breakers camp, following south along the line of the cliff. After some time they returned, standing some way off as they could not approach us. We made a faint to the north to lure the cloppers away and made a dash south to Auq and Mieksz who were standing ready. Some 30 metres out of the water we managed to regroup and the first 3 cloppers chasing us died. The next 6 engaged us all and the following horde was overwhelming. Somehow I managed to push past the cloppers and lept back into the water. With such little life left I thought surely I was dead but I managed to swim into safety again. But when I turned about, the horror!

Noone was behind me. They all lay dead 30m from the shore to the south along the cliff line we had thought was a route to safety and the Water Breakers camp. I dragged my wet and sorry behind out of the far side of the oasis. So tired was I that I move incredibly slowly, almost as if stuck in deep goo or something. I doubted I could skirt the cliffs and get back around from the south to rescue my friends. I made my way wearily, sadly, taking the long way around to the Water Breakers camp, along the cliff top where the great Shookis grow. Then an idea pierced the slowness of my murky mind: Could I see my fellows from up here? I went to the edge and saw I sight I shall always remember. The entire group lay dead upon the sands below. As I observed them from on high I realised that if I could heal them from up here then there would be time to save them all.

Joy upon joy when my healing spells rained down and found their targets!

And boy did we run. Our hearts pounded in our chests and we collapsed in the relative safety of the camp. Everything span around our heads and we were exhausted. It was as if the whole world was slowing in its spin to a lazy halt.

Luckily we had survived, but the great clopper swarming is a warning to us all: Always be on your guard, this is a strange world. Be prepared and work together to survive, for we must, and more than that, we will conquer.

Tember
Clan Omnis.


The abridged version:
A huge spawn error on the cloppers caused the server to slow down and we nearly died ;)

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nice story lol

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Excellent story, Tember! I'm so glad Ryzom, even in its bugs, makes for the most amazing stories and adventures :D

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Lovely sexy mouse mat and T-shirt Nevrax thanks. You should have a shop for these :)

Tember
Clan Omnis
Fashion guru and Jena fan

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Yeah its like I was saying, they should do the bumber stickers too ;)

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As originally posted on the Triangle of Truth forums.

The journal of a young crafter

Early morning - Rise and shine
Getting up in the morning has always been difficult for me. Each morning my mind seems to resist the idea of leaving the comforting warm sleepy state it's in for the harsh realities of facing daily responsibilities. I go through the same routine as always where I lie half awake watching the lake cast playful patterns of light in my appartment. I know I'm just stalling the inevitable ritual of getting ready to go to work. It's even harder on days I've been playing till late the night before. Today is such a day.

Morning - Get going
It's always the same thing. A long queue of people too lazy to enter town, trying to sell stuff to the stable boy. All I want to do is get my mount and head to work! Patience just is not one of my virtues this early in the morning. Contrary to my plan, I have not yet made up my mind on what to make today. I figure I'll make some ammo. The shop gives good value for Ammo. If I'm lucky some of it will be sold and I will earn some commission. Most important thing is that I am getting better at my craft. Hopefully one day people will say they buy all their ranged weapons from me because I deliver good quality stuff. For now, being an apprentice, this is just a dream. One can always dream.

Day - At work
The same old routine at work. Harvest this, harvest that, Craft some stuff, head back to town, sell everything, get back and start all over again. Workdays really give me an aching back. Explosions and gas-clouds are no picnic either, mind you! The fun part is talking among the guys. Some of them are actually interested in the game I play in the evenings. I have yet to convince one of them to play with me, but they still ask me questions about it, and I really don't mind talking about it either.

- So, let me get this straight. You have a character in this game and you can travel around and do stuff.
- Yes, they have mechanical boxlike mounts which break down on colission. I bought one with just a few hitpoints left, which was a bit cheaper. Anyway, there are so many of them that the game lags most of the times you use them. Still everybody wants one.
- Then you shoot everyone you see?
- No, there are games like that, and I've played some of them, but this is not like that.
- Oh, I had a friend who played a game like that where they said funny phrases like, "Hi Johnny, nice Beemer, how fast does it go?" and "The mortgages seem to be lower if you get them from the other bank." So you walk around in that game of yours and say silly stuff like that, and call it role-playing?
- Well some people do, and I sometimes join in, but not all the time. Usually I'm too busy making stuff to earn money.
- You have a job in that game of yours?
- Yes.
- Haha, like you haven't enough crafting to do here! And what is it that you do?
- Well, you could compare it with what we're doing now. I dig for information usually in documents others have crafted, then I craft a document of my own. Only I don't sell it. They have this strange economy in IRL(TM). I give it to some other bloke, who uses it to craft something else with it, which he gives to another bloke and so on. At the end we have collectively crafted a huge thing called a computer system, of which nobody knows how it really works. Next time they want some changes, we start with digging again and the whole thing starts anew.
- And you earn dapper?
- Well something like that. It's called money and the currency changes per spawnpoint. I am busy figuring out how that works. Somehow since I bought myself a mount the bank keeps sending me funny system messages saying I'm "overdrawn". Tonight I'll visit the NPC handling that to find out what happened. There should be a mission or something.
- Sounds complex and confusing to me, mate. Why would you play such a game?
- Well it's quite relaxing after a working day. We have a nice community... at least most of the time.

Afternoon - Back in town
It's always good to collect the last few dapper for my work. Knowing that after collecting some skills with my new skillpoints I can logon and play IRL(TM). It seems there are patches every now and then, but I have not seen any so far. There are many GM's saying different stuff about what the devs are doing, but no consistant news there either. Well, as long as I can play without lag, I don't mind. I log on, get out of my appartement and step into my mount to go to work...

Hours later - Logging off
Phew, this game is really becoming an addiction. I was planning on asking some friends to come hunt some Izams for some ranged XP, but I got stuck in this game too long again. I have to get up in a few hours to go digging. I formed this funny idea, though. I think I'm going to write a small story about this guy who lives in IRL(TM) and in the evenings, he comes home and plays a game where he is someone in Atys. LOL, the guys on the forum will probably tell me to stay off the Yelk dung when they read it!

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There once was a Yubo named George
I found him in a fyros gorge
I took his nails and mats from sales
and leveled my craft in a forge

The Kitin are bite'n
limbs asunder torn askew
Gondi's blunder is nothing new

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Lol! A yubo named George? Is that a boss? Hehe, nice.

The Look - A story for Valentines Day
 

The channel on the left was too shallow to offer protection.

With a cloud of disappointment lowering on his head Ferax swerved back onto the beach. The claw of the pursuing clopper smashed into the sand behind him, close enough to tug on his saturated vest.

With ever increasing desperation his eyes picked out details from the surrounding terrain. Finding something, Ferax gave his last boost of speed to scramble under a nearby root. And there he sat, gasping for breath, feeling as if his heart should burst, while the loathsome creature hammered fruitlessly on his improvised shelter.

With the passing of sun, so too the creatures fury subsided. With a final disgusted snort it scuttled away.

Ferax looked about him once more, unconvinced that the new found quiet meant safety. He had travelled further in the last two days than he ever had before, and in this wilderness he felt terribly alone.

The silence was only circumstantial. Mentally he raged at himself. For some moments after the clopper had attacked Ferax held some misbegotten belief that he could prevail. The receiving end of a sharp blow smote him down like a bug, and not only did he drop any hope of victory, but there too in that Ferax shaped imprint in the ground he left his axe. Ferax was no veteran of the wilderness, but he was overwhelmed by disappointment in himself for being prone to such cowardly indiscipline. He had lost his weapon.

And now there were decisions to make. At least, Ferax liked to think so. He wanted to believe he was still in control of events. Of course, he had never been in control of events, even before setting out from Fairhaven.

It had all began with that look. You know the one. That look especially reserved for those darling young women who, with a mere flash of those helpless eyes, send men’s’ lives dashing simultaneously against the cliffs of hope and insanity.

This particular time, that look belonged to Elspeth Ba’Caussey. Countless many times Ferax had walked past her stall, wanting only to find the clever words that would sweep her to his side, forever bonded, only to remain silent. If such words existed, Ferax had no knowledge of what they where, or how to implement them.

But then there was that look. That look changed everything. I’m not talking about the ‘I want you.’ look. On no. That would be too easy, wouldn’t it? No, the look I mean is the really cruel one. The one with so many subtexts. The one that says in whispered desperation, ‘Oh, I’m so pathetic and lost and forlorn. If someone doesn’t help I’m simply going to whither away into some wilting failure of a homin, and the whole world will pity me forever.’

That’s the look I mean. No master spellcaster has something so powerful in his spell inventory.

Ferax halted before the stall. “What is it?” he asked.

Did his lips just move, he wondered then. No conscious act compelled the question. The look itself had summoned the question from him. A geas.

Elspeth looked up, startled momentarily from her despair. Then the look came back. “Oh, it’s nothing..”. The words were hardly audible. ‘It’s nothing..’ said the words. But what she really said was, “The foundations of my world are completely undermined and if someone doesn’t help me very soon, well, you might as well kill me now..”

“It doesn’t look like nothing..” Ferax persisted. Ferax could see the chasm opening up in front of him. He knew that he should just shut up and turn around, walk away as quickly as he could. He also knew if he turned away he’d be confronted by a solid wall. A wall formed by ‘the look’.

Ferax didn’t move. So the chasm moved for him, and suddenly he was falling into the depths of obligation.

“Well.. it’s the beach party..”

Hold on a minute..

“What?” he asked incredulously, losing his customarily politeness.

But there was no escape for him now. He’d gone and interfered, hadn’t he?

“The beach party,” continued Elspeth, who was of course oblivious to any astonishment in this matter. It was of course of vital, nay, earth shattering, importance.

“I spoke with Mellena earlier. She’s going too. Her ear-rings look almost exactly the same as mine!” Elspeth promptly erupted into tears.

Ridiculous as the situation was, this piteous creature broke down all senses of his reality. Well, almost all.

“But isn’t this a jewellery stall? There’s dozens of earrings here. Couldn’t you borrow a pair from your own stock?” He waved his hand across the sea of women’s paraphernalia.

Elspeth wiped her eyes. “Oh no! Look, these are the earrings I was going to wear.”

Even Ferax had to admit there was no comparison between these pieces of artwork in the dainty hand and the items on the table.

“Oh, I see.” he said quietly. “But you are a jeweller, and the party isn’t until next week. Can’t you make another set?”

Her features, flawless, remained tragically pathetic. “I could. But I can’t just use anything. The amber needed to make something like these has to come from far away. And none of the stockists here have anything so precious. Nothing short of an expedition to Fount could help me. Even then, finding such a good node would be almost impossible.” Thinking on it cast a cloud over Elspeth’s elfin features and her bottom lip trembled like the foreshock before an earthquake.

Don’t do it! Don’t do it!

“Alright,” Ferax heard someone say. “I’ll try and find some amber for you,”

Ferax looked around to see who had spoken but there was no one else about.

A long moment passed as Ferax replayed the voice he had heard in his head. No, it was definitely his. Where had that come from?

‘The look’ was gone when he next set his eyes on Elspeth. Behind the hope in her eyes now there was something else. Ferax searched the eyes deeply. Did he imagine it? The glimmer that said ‘It worked!’ And then, ‘Ha! It always works! Men are so dumb..’

The sun was coming up.

Ferax looked around him cautiously. The noise of the beasts stirring around him made him glance endlessly over his shoulder. He looked back down the beach. Somewhere out there lay his axe. He weighed his chances of retrieving it, found them to be minimal, and turned his attention to the distant cliffs where the fabled amber was said to lay. With a deep breath he strode out in their direction. Ragus darted amongst the herds grazing nearby. On a hill to the left cloppers hissed at anything nearby. Cloppers, Ragus. Cloppers, Ragus. Ferax tossed a mental dapper and went right.

Ferax returned to Fairhaven the two days before the party. Passers-by cast curious looks at the ragged forager as he passed as quickly as he could to his hovel. Dirty, tired, bruised and aching, he kept to the shadows lest people thought him a vagrant.

Home again he changed, swam a while to lose some of the tension, although he was certain he would never quiet be able to relax fully again, and sat alone, rehearsing how would present his gift to Elspeth.

When he went to the market she spotted him immediately. Before he could say anything she waved him happily over.

“Ferax! Ferax! It’s alright! It’s alright!”

Ferax entered the stall, “Alright?”

Elspeth smiled happily, “Yes. Mellena’s changed her mind. She’s not going to the party after all!”

She beamed happily up at him, her large eyes blinking like diamonds.

“Don’t know why I made all that fuss anyway. Stupid party. I probably won’t go either if Mellena’s not going. At least you don’t have to go to Fount, but you’re a gem for thinking of me!” She lent up to kiss his cheek.

With that she turned away to serve a customer, and Ferax felt himself become just another item in the background clutter.

He turned away, resigned to go home again and stare at the ceiling some. As soon as he whirled he walked smack into the most beautiful vision of loveliness he could ever hope to imagine. The petite face glanced up at him, startled. Tears adorned her face.

“What is it?” Ferax heard himself ask.

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I must say, that is very well written, engrossing and actually compelling from the start. You seem to have the hallmarks of a real author. Absolutely the best story on Ryzom to date.

Thank you.

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Kind words, trenker, and very much appreciated. :)

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an excellent read, Ferrax! :)

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been requested to pop this valentines occurance here too...

The Grove of Confusion is a terribly dangerous place, some of the most terrible and fearsome creatures of all Atys roam its claustraphobic gullys. I and my friend Chi were hunting the great jugulars, well that what we had planned. Their are tribes in the grove, people who call this place home. One such tribe are the Ancient Dryads, i know little of their history, save that they view a matis such as i with hostility.
We were a little tired as we travelled not far from their camp and as does happen we became a little seperated. I must have wandered perhaps too close as next i knew angry tribes folk decended upon me, i ran as i could but, they struck me down.
As Chi came across my fallen body, someways from the camp, she also saw one of the tribe guards standing over me, seemingly defending my dead body from the scavenging Ocyx nearby. Chi channelled celestial magics and i rose, the guard did not attack. In his face i saw a mix of emotions, a troubled look, but the homin was silent.
We moved to our destination cautiously and the guard followed, not hostile as he was but moments ago, but almost mesmerised as if a conflict of his conscience had struck him dumb, perhaps he regretted slaying me? maybe he'd seen something in my fallen form that he wished to save from further harm?
We three journeyed deeper into the grove almost to highgrove, where the great jugular roam, all the while the guard followed matching my steps, every time i looked upon him, he had a smile on his face, yet still spoke no word, dispite a few cautious questions, the look reminded me of those who had found peace with jena or of that of a young couple stood together.
He watched as i healed, yet took no actions other than to just be close to me. The jugular can be unpredictalbe sometimes, and the presence of the guard had distracted me a little. We fell to a pair of them, the last look of the guard was one of shock and horror.
I regained conscience by the kami alter in Grove, as did chi, and once more travelled to the place, passed the dryad camp with more caution. When we arrived to where we had fell, the guard was stilll there although the jugulars were not. He was sat, oblivious to the world, staring at the snow where i had died. Tears had been falling from his eyes, and his face was contorted with anguish and distress. he paid no heed to us. He would not move, nor meet our gaze, or utter a word, he just wept at the ground. We were left with no choice but to leave him, on our return he was gone, we did not see him later in our travels.
The encounter with the guard made me ponder as to what had made him stand vigil and then follow me, perhaps love?

Another Valentine poem
 

Since both Tigane and Fahliell requested I posted this poem here .......... here goes:


"It could have been worse,
It could have, should have been better,
Regretting a choice I didn' t make,
His Tryker eyes don' t lie.

One smile from him is like a thousand kisses,
One tear washes away all troubles,
He mends all wounds with a simple touch,
Still trading in all time for being with him wouldn' t be enough.

He gives me nothing, still more than enough,
I' ll never be able to repay this debt,
Not even if I would sell my Tryker soul for him, me, us,
Nothing left to borrow, nothing left to give.

Still he' s all I ever wanted,
Dreams of a broken-hearted girl,
He' s the centre of my universe, my Atys,
Although he doesn' t notice to be so special.

Well, I only guess,
His Tryker eyes don' t seem to lie."


And specially for Waedan (who really had it comming after today ;) ):

I dress in red,
You' re big and blue,
I can be annoying, but...
Happy Valentines Day to you. :D



Cheers and Happy Valentines Day to all of you.

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Recently I found back one of my short stories that had been collecting dust for some years now. So after carefull adapting I decided I might as well share it with you all. The story might seem a bit long, sorry for that, but I couldn' t make it any shorter without ruining the specific atmosphere. Mind that if you are a reader that is easily upset or are faint-hearted you might as well stay clear from this one. Heh.
Hope you enjoy it otherwise.

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The air was damp and reeked of mildew. Little light shone through the cracks in the rocks, illuminating only a small part of the surroundings. Concentrated moist gathered on the ceiling of the cave and formed small drops that fell downwards, bursting open onto the cold, stone floor with a deafening sound. At least so it seemed to Gildan.

He was just moments awake, his head hurting and his temples pounding. He had no idea how he came to be here, no idea as to how his hands came to be covered with blood. Was it his own blood? He didn’ t seem to have any major wounds, only small scratches on his arms and legs. His bandaged right leg didn’ t seem to show recent signs of bleeding. No, it wasn’ t his.
Perhaps it belonged to the mangled Tryker corpse that lied next to him? Then how did it came to be on his hands? Gildan shivered when he threw a glance at the corpse and for a moment his stomach seemed to turn. He had seen death and Messab mutilations before but this was something different alltogether. This homin died no natural death, that was for sure. But to have been maimed in this way? Something really big and nasty, a bloodthirsty predator had to have done this. Another shiver ran down his spine and suddenly Gildan felt very unease by the thought of this thing still being nearby. Quickly he jumped towards the boomer rifle he saw lieing nearby a moment earlier, grabed it and scuttled back. There he sat now, his back against the rocky wall of the cave, rifle close to his chest. He closed his eyes and prayed he hadn’ t made to much noise.
An eery moment of silence ensued, the sound of falling drops and his own breathing and heartbeat seeming almost unbearable. Sweet Jena! Was this thing even loaded? Gildan checked the chamber of the gun. It was empty. Just his luck. To be out here, wherever that might have been, with no ammo and possibly being hunted by an unknown ennemy. He had to get out of here, fast. No delay, he had to act now. Much against his liking he quitely crawls towards the corpse. The horryfying prospect of having to rummage through the mutilated Tryker’ s pockets made him nervous. He put the gun down beside him and sat there on his knees for a moment. Hesitantly he rolled the corpse over with his both hands. A squishing sound followed as the corpse’ s internal organs dropped out of the abdomen. The warm sensation and stench reached Gildan’ s nostrils and he let go of the corpse in horror when he caught sight of the dead hominn’ s face. On all fours he crawled backwards towards the wall again, abandonning his gun. He crawled up into a ball as if his own bodyheat would bring him comfort. But it proved to much for him. Soon he started to heave and let go the little contents his stomach contained before. Trembling he put his sleeve to his mouth and wiped away the rest of saliva from his mouth. Tears were formed in his eyes.
By Jena! He had known this homin. His name was Jergo, they used to travel togheter. Jergo was a former guard and had a knack for close quarter fighting. Fragments of his memories seemed to return as he remembered them visiting the dieing tribe of The hunted Shell. They had been low on rations and other suplies and those strict natureloving Kami nearby had refused them entry and shelter.
There were others in their party too he remembered. Piu-Lan, a Zoraï mage and Yianna, a Fyros gunslinger. The four of them had had their share of adventures already after they had teamed up at Fairhaven. So it seemed like a good idea at the time to accept the plead for help from the council of The hunted Shell. What could have possibly been dangerous or difficult in tracking and bringing back or killing an exiled convict, a deranged murderer and rapist that plagued the tribe and hidd somewhere in the surrounding hills? He wouldn’ t pose a threat to their experience. At least it seemed that way untill they found out their prey had already been killed when they had found it. It’ s tracks had led them towards a cave that had been guarded by tribal eddifices depicting a large hulking monster or god. Recent offerings in the form of all manner of goods near the entrance seemed a bit strange but no further thought was given, the execution of the contract had been more important at that time. After passing through some natural passageways they had found their exiled convict, mutilated in a horrible manner; his limbs torn from his torso. Some of the limbs had shown signs of still lukewarm saliva. The only thing after that which Gildan could remember was an almost deafening bestial roar coming from behind them and gunshots being fired in response. After that he must have passed out.
He sat there, still shivering. He had to move. He picked up all of the little courage that remained inside him and closed on to the corpse of Jergo. With an expression of disgust on his face he went though the pockets of the torn jacket, trying not to look towards the corpse’ s visage. Great! He knew he had seen Jergo stash away some ammo shells in his vest. ......5, 6, ...7, 8 shells. Not much but it had to do. Gildan put the shells in his pouch. He checked the nearby slingbag next. A flare or two, some dried meat, a little bag with soothing herbs and a pouch containing dappers. He slung the slingbag over his shoulder, picked up the boomer rifle he had left there earlier and loaded as many shells into the rifle as possible. He still sat there crouching. Time to go he thought. Carefully he headed into the adjacent room, ready to react at the slightest danger.




Gildan unwraped the foil from the flare and knocked it’ s end on the cavewall. The force of the blow ignited the flamable substances held within the container and soon the room became lit by a dim and foggy red light. Slow rising smoke projected all sorts of creepy and dancing shadows on the cavernous wall, playing tricks on Gildan’s senses. His heart kept beating in his throat with the intensity of a raging Messabbull, but Gildan knew he had to try to get out of there. This was no time to let his fears take over his common sense. Still, what common sense was there left after having seen the mangled corpse of his former companion? And what had happened with the rest, Piu-Lan and Yianna? He still couldn’ t remember anything after the attack.
A sudden sound on his right alarmed him, like falling pebbles in the distance. Quickly he flinched, retreated towards the wall with his back, dropped the flare and gave a strong yank at the boomer’ s pumping mechanism; the clicking sound telling him the gun was ready to spray lead. He felt a slight shift in the air and turned towards it waving the rifle in front of him. There! He saw something moving and almost instantly squeezed the trigger. The nozzle of the firearm lit up and unleashed a deathwail that ecchoëd between the rocky walls. Then there was only silence and smoke.
This was getting all to much for Gildan. His heart racing and his breath choking. Sweat dripped from his forehead down on his nose and cheeks, blurring his vision. Nervously he wiped his face clean with the dirty sleave of his vest as he blinked with his eyes. The smoke cleared up and he could clearly distinguish something bloody lieing over there. He dared not to move and so squinted his eyes. It looked certainly smaller than he had imagined ............ Carefully he scuttled a bit closer.
A huge-looking Yubo! A darn Yubo! In all his paranoia he had shot a stupid Yubo! It might have been a giant one but after all it was still a Yubo. Gildan cursed aloud and kicked the critter’ s torn-open corpse against the wall. He stood there for a moment, catching his breath, trembling, almost crying. He closed his eyes and flung his head backwards, going through his greasy hair with his free left hand. Then he sighed, walked towards the flare and picked it up once again to continue his escape.




He felt at peace lying there in the grass. The wind moved playfully through her golden locks carrying her sweet scent. Through their clothing he could still sense her heartbeat, feel her warmth and comfort. She loved him he knew. Even if he had to go away for a little while once more. He moved closer towards her and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead while he stroke through her hair.
“ You‘ ll come back, won’ t you?”
“Ofcourse I will, you know that very well. It’ s like I told you before; one more trip and I’ ll have enough dappers for some decent Mektoub.”
“I know, but why do you have to leave now? Father doesn’ t aprove, with the harvest coming soon. We could really use the extra muscle now that the Rulers of Atys accepted Simol and Pjir into their guild.”
“Your old man is to pesimistic. I’ ll be back even before the next moon.”
“I don’ t know, I have this feeling....”
“Will you stop it already? Everything will be fine. This is suppossed to be an easy errand.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
“Here, take this along. It was my mother’ s. I’ ve worn it every day since she died. Now I want you to have it, to remind you of me and the promise you made, wherever you’ re going.”
“Your mother’ s ring?”
“Hey, carefull. I’ m suppossed to get that back.”
“Don’ t worry. I wouldn’ t even get a pint of Yubo Piss for that one.”
She punched him in the arm and he pretended it hurt. They both laughed.


Gildan woke up with a shock when a drop hit him straight in the face. He must have dozed off. How long had he been asleep? He couldn’ t recall. He knew he had crawled into a small space between some rocks, barely protected, but anything was beter than being caught unaware in the open. Carefully he tried to get up. Before him lie a huge natural cave with various cavernous tunnels leading further into the depths and a small natural lake. This place was a maze. He had followed some of the tunnels only to end up back here again. His joints ached and he felt weary and tired. Gildan opened the slingbag in search for some dried meat, only to discover he had already eaten all of it. He closed the bag, sighed and sat down. This was suppossed to be an easy errand he mumbeled to himself. Almost instinctively he reached for the ring he wore and gazed at it. The ring had seen better days, the metal had lost it’ s glitter and the inscription on it was all but readable now. How he wished now he had never left the farming community. Thinking of the one place ever he had be calling home made his throat soar.
He stood up and dragged himself towards the small lake. The water looked inviting although he knew there was danger in drinking from it. If only he had Piu-Lan by his side, he would have known. Gildan kneeled near the bank and put his rifle beside him on the ground. He drank hastely of the cool water with both of his hands and then decided to submerge his head, washing of the dirt. When he resurfaced and reeled his head backwards a nearby bestial roar surprised him from behind. It was very close, to close for comfort. His shaggy hair hung in his eyes, diminishing his visibility to near blindness when he jumped for his weapon. Something heavy hit him in the neck and his vision turned red. Everything faded.




Gildan opened his soarfull eyes. His throat was dry and his head ached as he lie there on the cavernfloor. He tried to move but couldn’ t. A sickening crunching noise alerted him and he saw a huge shadow cast on the cavewall in front of him. The beast was feeding on something and must have left him for dead. Better not attract any attention and play along he thaught as he closed his eyes again. He heard movements. As if the beast was dragging something along deeper inside the caves. The sounds grew louder as the beast passed him by. Gildan couldn’ t control his curriosity to catch a glimpse of the thing and risked to open his eyes. He saw a corpse being dragged along. A headless corpse. A terribly maimed corpse, the ribcage torn open by razor-sharp claws and teeth. A corpse wearing a ring on one of it’ s fingers. A corpse wearing his ring! As he realised the horrifying extend of the truth Gildan let out a soundless scream that spoke louder than any other sound he had ever heard. After that there was only desolation and silence.

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Does the Poem Have to be ryzom related cause am a little rusty and i got some pretty deep poems i wrote a while back so can it be something other that ryzom

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I Have a Voice:

Fleeting blue over patches of dirty green
Hair caught by yonder sun, another dawn, another dusk
A whirlwind nightfall
Screams that echoe blindly, she turns her head, hidden orbs
Piercing the unfathomable gray
Strains of war, sounds of battle, not understanding
Dreams evanesce into crimson streams
But there is one

Fleeting blue over sands of raging fire
Not a sound from the wandering one
Reticent life, silent wonder, pure aid
She speaks with her hands, "I have a voice
But spoken my mouth, it is not enough
Gifts of wonder instead."

Firefly lights into the blue, a striking picture
A benevolent pose
A life is saved and it is that which speaks, life
And not faulty lips
It is her purpose
It is my purpose
This silent song of healing

Fleeting blue over clouds of whitened harmony
Hands too tired, spirit still rejoicing
One day they will see
One day they will hear the melody
In the voice, disappeared

~ Uyare, The Reticent Healer

*Just my feelings as a secretive healer...One who heals the warrior and runs away, just to find another and repeat. It is my purpose. It is my ONLY purpose, to help others in time of need.

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A story I posted on my guilds forum but was told to post it here as well. Hope you like it.

During my many travels around Atys I have stumbled on many lost lores. I want to share some of my knowledge of some of this lore. In the desert I have found that many crafted items had much more durability than simular items crafted in other lands. Curious as I am, I tried to find out how these Fyros people gained that better durability.

I travelled to the great Fyros city Pyr to find my answers. A bit lost at first in this overwhelming city it was hard for me to find any people willing to talk to me. I could understand that they didnt want to talk to a Tryker they never seen or heard about. So the first days in Pyr I tried to make myself a bit usefull and did some missions for the city welcomer. She was besides the merchants in Pyr the only one that was interested in talking to me.

After a while I found that more people in Pyr started to recognize me. Some even offered me some jobs. As I am an armorcrafter I decided to do a few armor craft jobs in the great Forge. Aeseus Zessen asked me to craft a few medium armor pieces. He just wanted to see my skills so he just needed a few medium quality chestplates and pants. When i delivered them to him he was very satisfied. He asked if I also made light armor and I answered him I did all armor craft although my heart goes out to the heavy armor. He laughed at my answer and said that he then wanted to see some of my light armor. He now wanted me to make him a few light armor sleeves of medium quality. Although I didnt have the plans for it, I agreed to make them for him.

The next few days I worked hard and finally I could afford the medium plans for the fyros light armor. After crafting a few sleeves I returned to Aeseus and give him the armor. I could see from his face he was impressed but didnt want to show it to me. After he gave me the money he promissed, he asked me if i could also craft him some medium quality light armor vests. I said i could and started crafting them immediatly. A few minutes later i handed Aeseus the armor and he was impressed again. “I see in you a great crafter” he said, “I could bring you into contact with a tribe that is always in need of good crafters and they have a great craftsecret they guard very well”. He send me to go to the land of Ovlovak and search for the Barkgully workshop. There i would find Zenix Mekops of the Water Breaker tribe.

With these words of Aeseus in mind I felt I was on the right way to find out how these Fyros people made that harder equipment. After a few hours of traveling i reached the Barkgully workshop. I spotted Zenix soon and told him I was send by Aeseus. He was a bit hesitant at first but after a bit of talking he was also getting a bit curious of my craft skill. He asked me to make a medium armor chestplate and some pants of medium quality. But he told me he expected a higher quality than Aeseus normally would accept. Luckely I had learned a bit in the time i spend in Pyr and the task wasn’t too hard for me. With a bit of pride i handed over the armor pieces.

“I see why Aeseus send you to me” Zenix said, “but as good as your skills are, I dont think we will make use of your skills. It might be better for you to go back to the Tryker lands as we Fyros wont have much use of your armors.”. Then he started to wander into the desert and he left me standing still stunned by his remark. When I finally got back to my senses Zenix was nowhere to be seen. How I returned to Pyr I still don’t know but I found myself awakening at a bar in Pyr. The bartender had poured a bucket of water on me so I would wake and sober up. He asked me why I had drunk so much that night. I told him the story. After i finished it he asked me when i would be going back to my homeland. I wanted to answer him that I was on my way now but then something in my mind stirred up and told me to do otherwise. “I am not going back to the Tryker lands” I said to the barman. “I am going to show these Water Breakers I can craft armor as good as any in these lands”. The barman looked at me for a while and then a small smile started to form on his lips. “If that is your choice it might be better to learn directly from the best” he said. He told me that the Water Breakers wanted to see how well I would take a blow and that it was all a test. “Go to Boeseus Xalon the chief of the Water Breakers and he will learn you more” the barman said.

So back i went to Ovlovak’s lands. When I finally found the Water Breaker tribe I found that I was already being expected. Boeseus greeted me heartily and told me that he could learn me the things I wanted. But before he could give me the knowledge he had to be sure I was worthy of that knowledge. He told me that all Water breaker crafters were put to the test in a great run around Ovlovak’s land in honour if that great Fyros. I had to start just after midnight and run to 3 points around Ovlovak’s lands. At each point I had to talk to the person there and craft the item they requested. I had to hurry up as well cause i had to be back at the Water Breaker camp and talk to Boeseus before dawn.

At the first point I had to craft a set of medium armor boots in hounour of Ovlovak. At the second point I was asked to craft a medium armor chestplate. Confident I ran to the third point but when I got there I was told to craft a twohanded sword. I told the person I didnt have those plans and could craft an armor piece instead. He said that only a sword will do and that if I couldnt make it I had to learn a bit more and do the trials again. So I picked up the melee craft skill and after a few days i learned how to make a nice twohanded sword. I returned to the Waterbreakers and asked if i could do the trials again. They agreed and this time I had no trouble at any of the points. I returned to the Water Breaker tribe hours before it would be dawn. When I approached Boeseus I could see he was impressed at how quick I had finished the trial. “ You must have run very fast” he said, “ for few before you have finished the great run this quick. I am impressed and will teach you how to make your crafted items to have a bit more durability”. And then he showed me the secret knowledge they guarded.

After staying for a few more days I left the Water Breakers in search of more of the lost lore that is out there around Atys. I hope this story will encourage all new (and old) crafters to go out and visit the lands of Fyros to search out this lost knowledge. I am still looking around the world for more of this knowledge and when I find some I will try to share it with you.

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Ok, can I use these beautiful masterpeices in some of my Ring work? I really love this and have some poets, story tellers, and dancers that really love your work.

So, well, if you post here and you see your art sweeping across the Ring, you know who to point your fingers at.

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This one is a translation of a verse from a danish song into atysian english... hope you´ll enjoy:


To soar up high like seed of spring
blooming into summer rose,
is but to wither for to die
if to give no fruit you choose.

But when the gentle power of
the ripening you learn from life,
beneath the faded leaf of flower
your amber heart still warmly shines.



A bottle of firewine to the one who names the original danish song ;)

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Okay who remebers the song entitled "88 Lines about 44 Women. Well it's been rewritten. RULE: You are not allowed to read the rewritten words unless the music is playing. So go here to play the song and then do the karoake thing with the words below.

http://deeperintomusic.net/blog/deep.../the-nails-23/

88 LINES ABOUT 44 BUNNIES

Azad was a Melee boy
he axed em up till the bitter end
Olinn was a different type
he's is one who puts spears in
Oneeyes was an Fyros lad
Mobs afraid of boys like that
Talven was AFK a lot
sitting down like a Buddha sat

Bosse was a wondering soul
with geographic memory
Freddy chose the HA craft
he liked that kind of misery
Giny had a special way
of turning hunts into a song
Ghostano didn't like to cast
used a mace, beat them strong

Goofy was an archetype
the afflict queen, the queen of wrath
Sofiaa thought trekking was second best
to hanging out in Fyros Baths
Xycox was a preaching kamist
he really had that gift of gab
Dercin's point of view was this
take what boss mats you can grab

Daphne was another girl
who left her mark with a zorai boot
Rovi liked to tie mobs up
the spell he often cast was root
Cherry had a cat addiction
to dig without cats was not her way
Haplo, who had to "early rise,
says "I must go", but always stays

Grogged ignored the last taboo
solo treked thru UnderSpring
Gotharic brought the taboo back
he got thru and even dinged
Elnasa rose to Fyros fame,
trekked 4 lands unafarid to die
Fudge came and went so fast
he didn't even say goodbye

Eiger had a room in Matis
lived on drugs and kipee meat
Eceem had a house in Zora
took his drugs between the sheets
Provic thought his life was empty
filled it up with silverweed
CarlaofWind was much too pretty
she wouldn't do those dirty deeds

not Carla .... uh uh

Fatboy thought that PvP was simple
turn tag on and turn it off
Hrikri felt dig was complicated
like some rumored kara plot
Hotchick was the perfect lady
Kept her zorai stockings straight
Anna was a rich Matisian
silver spoon and a paper plate

McMidget was a pyromancer
kitin things he liked to fry
Kriathi liked to wound the things
dance around and watch them die
Trikerfreddy loved the cute gibbais
kept himself a couple of pups
Sashtan's strange obsession
was for OP Mats and sups

Sahrei was an mage's daughter
using shockwave shook her up
Vosi's mother left her father
took his dapper and his sups
Nunur had no such problems
perfect "Norman Tryton" home
MrsNo had Zorai baby
left her parents, lived alone

Lee joined a warrior cult
changed his name to General-Lee
Puffe liked to played guitar,
sang silly songs that made me pee
Sengyr was a pacifist
about factions he didn't give a sh*t
Lortess had much more my style
cause he wrote songs just like this

Tasakir went forty days
drinking nothing but Fyros ale
Once Therrah tried to drink with himt
next morning she was awful pale
Shenobe came from Tryker lands
conveted from kara to kamist
Elvish, I offer you a kiss
I chose you to end this list

88 lines about 44 bunnies